Chapter 650

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MADNESS IN THE BARNYARD ELLIOT If there's one thing I've learned in the past few minutes, it's the true meaning of "eating mud." I'ma mud-eatertheres no other way to describe me right now, rolling around, wrestling a pig in the middle of this filth.

"Stay still, damn it!" I lunged onto its back, but my hands kept slipping, mud splattered everywhere, and its plump body writhed beneath my grip.

I could only imagine the spectacle I was making of myself.

I wrapped my legs tightly around its sides, trying to grab its ears and pull its head back.

"Uiiik, uiiik!" The pig started squealing, and there I was, bouncing on top of it, clutching its ears, riding it around the corral like some damn rodeo cowboy.

What the hell had they been feeding these beasts to make them so strong?! The noise was deafening, laughter echoed from all sides, and I clung to the pigs thick neck, trying to get it under control.

What a damn embarrassment.

all this, I deserveda

slow down its wild sprint, both

its frantic bites while trying to tie up its four legs, it thrashing to

hell is wrong with you?! Let go of my pig!" I shouted when I saw him

let my guard down for just a

the pig was half-tied, and someone had thrown me another rope from the fence, which I was

buddy, but finders

buddy? Well, I dont need to look farI just found the biggest swine in here!" Fueled by adrenaline, I threw a punch straight

crack sounded under my

the pig's legthe same one I had fought so damn hard

limping, took off like it

wasnt about to chase after it againrage was

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